Finding My Way

Finding my way

I saw a man today sweeping in the streets
I saw his weary eyes, and I wondered where his dreams had gone
I saw his grubby hands, and his ailing body
The colours of his life swept away

I saw a little boy sitting on the pavement
I saw his small guitar sitting idle on his lap
I saw his hopeless look, the worth of his life
Measured by the coins in his cap

And I met the ghost of darkness
And now I'm closer to the light
And I met the ghost of lovers
And I hold him close to me at night
And I met the ghost childhood
And she taught me how to play
And I met the ghost of dreamers
And now I'm finding my way.

I saw a little girl in the market place
I saw her little hand stretched out for change
I saw the tissue paper, the object of her trade
And I wondered where she slept at night

I saw a mother holding her son by the hand
He was twenty something, and he simpered just like a child
I saw their crazy look, the glaze in their eyes
The pills intoxicate their minds

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